Sheridan Le Fanu,
The House by the Churchyard — Chapter LXXXII
(1863)
“ So Aunt Becky's levee went on; and as Homer, in our school-boy ear, sang the mournful truth, that 'as are the generations of the forest leaves so are the succession of men,' the Dangerfield efflorescence had no sooner disappeared, and that dry leaf whisked away down the stairs, than Cluffe and Puddock budded forth and bloomed in his place, in the sunshine of Aunt Rebecca's splendid presence. ”
Sheridan Le Fanu,
The House by the Churchyard — Chapter LXXXII
(1863)
“ Dangerfield. I over-estimated, myself, my influence with the young lady; but why speak of your departure, Sir, so soon? A little time may yet work a change.''You lie, you dog! you lie, you lie, you lie,' said the parrot.'Madam,' said he with a shake of his head, ''tis hoping against hope. Time will add to my wrinkles without softening her aversion. I utterly despair. ”
Sheridan Le Fanu,
The House by the Churchyard — Chapter LXXXII
(1863)
“ You will not condemn me longer to a wretchedness that must destroy me. I conjure you, declare yourself. What have we to fear? I will brave all—anything rather than darkness, suspense, and the consciousness of a continual dissimulation. ”
